| Fan Fiction |
by catgirl50001
His short legs brought him through crowded streets and alleyways, his frail voice repeating ‘Father, mother’, desperately wanting to get a reply. His tired body brought him to a clearing, a vast space in front of the palace gates which strangely had a gathering crowd. In the young boys heart he knew something wasn't right.
Slowly, he made his way through the gathering people who were currently murmuring amongst themselves but the boy still ventured to the source of this fear and turmoil. Coming to an opening the boy looked up onto a flat platform just ending at boys’ nose.
There, atop the platform stood, stood the boys worst nightmare. The dreaded noose’s which had taken many lives hung lowly around his father’s and mother’s neck and they’re hands and feet bound, encased within heavy chains that secured there fate.
A drum started to play, its rhythm a slow painful ache in the boys ears which differed from his raging heart wanting to escape his ribcage wanting to save his parents, to save the inevitably dead couple from the clutches of evil.
A man which appeared to be in his late 50’s at most spoke, grabbing the attention of surrounding crowd “You are about to witness justice, the perpetrators you are currently witnessing have been revealed as the bloody killers that have corrupted our beautiful city with lies, bloodshed and tears. Today is the start of a new era, one that will be pure and rich with laughter and happiness. Let us witness God’s work”
The drum quickened to a relentless pace. The young boy scratched at the wood in front of him still trying to decide what to do. Save them and risk being killed also, or do nothing and watch the ones he loves die.
With his mind made up he places his hands flat on the platform to lift himself up but with a cry of his name he eyes the lifeless bodies, swinging slightly from the taut rope around they’re necks.
Tears and whimpers began to emit his body. His voice coming back to him suddenly and with a mighty shout he calls his lifeless parents. Why has this happened?
With a shout he wakes, gasping for air and clutching at the thin covers wanting a bit of comfort. He regains himself a short while after and simply whispers, not again.
With a yawn and a stretch he makes his way to the open balcony door he left open the night before and strides into the morning dew. The fresh smell of lavender and vanilla fills his senses as he leans into the banister.
He begins to wonder about the reasons his parents died. The man who spoke before had exclaimed they were killers but to him they were the best and most kind people he ever knew.
Where they really killers? He asks himself for the millionth time but again he doesn’t think about it because his heart tells him it isn’t true. It was the corrupt system that lead to there death, it was the royalists fault he had concluded long ago, and he swore revenge!
Every morning the young lad trained and exercised making his body there physique the best in his neighbourhood although he didn’t like to show it off.
He had trained in martial arts since he was young but after his parents death he stepped up his training, worrying his new guardians who took him in after the event cause his grandparents said they couldn’t deal with him.
His new guardians accepted him rather quickly even though he was shy and confided in himself most of the time but they wanted him to adjust in his own pace. The couple also had a couple of children of there own which he got on with greatly like he was there own flesh and blood.
“Wooyoung, come down for breakfast and after help your uncle fill the market cart” his aunt called, also known as his step mother but she and her husband preferred aunt and uncle from Wooyoung lips.
Immediately sniffing the air, he bolts down the stairs and enters the kitchen just beyond the hallway. Grabbing a clean bowl, he empties part of the bright red stew from the large cooking pot and thanks his aunt. After a few minutes of quickly but neatly stuffing his face, he again thanks his aunt and exits from the house into the front porch where his uncle is setting up they’re market stall.
“Finally” his uncle sighs, “You now how important today is so quickly set the rest up while I’ll be back in 10 minutes, you got that?” Wooyoung nods and sets to work.
Collecting all the essentials, he thinks of what’s to come. Today is the prince’s 21st birthday and every year a big ceremony takes place in the square just up the street from Wooyoung’s house. Every year the prince’s carriage strolls through his street, expecting to greet the people of his land, but never once had he revealed himself and just made all the lower royalists to greet people instead.
How cowardly Wooyoung sneered. Today was the day he planned to do the dirty work and finally end the life he dreamed and practiced to kill.
“Hey baby,” broke his thoughts and he turned to stare at his best friend walking towards him with a greasy smile.
“I told you not to call me that” he shouted “and not in public too.”
“Why not, its suits you” Taek uttered happily “and plus you don’t mind it when I’m fucking you.”
Receiving a playful swat to his backside, Wooyoung blushes but only because one of the neighbours eyes him confusingly at what she thinks she heard but passed momentarily thinking it was a mistake.
“You are unbelievable” he gritted through clenched teeth.
“Unbelievably sexy” breathes his friend’s response.
“ARGH, are you going to torment me all day or are you going soon, because I really hoping its option 2”
“I’m sorry” Taek pouts.
“And you should be” he says as he swats the taller man over the head with a banana, that he was fortunately carrying, and turns back to the stall to finish filling the rest wooden stand.
Arms circle around his waist and again the taller man says he’s sorry.
“Its fine ok, now what do you want?”
“My parents are out for the day and sister has gone to her boyfriends so I was thinking as the house is free we could, you know?” Taek replies pressing his body deeper into his friends back hinting at what he meant.
Wooyoung flipped through his options and knew he had to get ready for the birthday ceremony but his body was screaming at him to accept as he hasn’t indulged in the pleasure this man could give him since a few months back.
“As much as I would like to accept that offer, I can’t right now as uncle needs me and I need to get ready for ceremony later and you know how important it is” he lied!
He knew, after completing the stall, his uncle would have given him the day off like he always did and so would go back to training in his room.
“I know that’s a lie cause you heart beat just increased”
Damn it he thought, just remembering his friends’ skills in K-1 and medical training.
“OK” he sighed although mentally looking forward to the familiar activities with his childhood friend. “But only after I complete this and get the all clear from uncle and I have to be back before the ceremony begins so no kinky stuff today”
“Fine by me, you know where I am”
Taek releases his hold and turns Wooyoung to face him, pecks the shorter mans lips and quickly escapes down the path towards his house before Wooyoung could pick a fight with him again about doing things in public places.
Aish that man, Wooyoung nearly shouted.
He deserves to be punished.